Sunday Six: Chris and Becky's Wedding

My sweet friend Becky got married today. It was one of the most beautiful, simple and God-centered ceremonies I've ever been to.

Clearly not beautiful, or really God-centered, but it was a really good marshmallow.

Mmm. Pineapple.

Oh, the Mr. and Mr
Praying.

Clearly not praying.

Sunday Six: Jake and Julianne

Some pictures of Mandy's kids, Jake and Julianne.

Prayer of Mother Theresa

Help me to spread Thy fragrance everywhere I go.
Flood my soul with Thy spirit and love.
Penetrate and possess my whole being so utterly that all my life may only be a radiance of Thine. Shine through me and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with
may feel Thy presence in my soul.
Let them look up and see no longer me, but only Jesus.

Handbag Hickies

Does any one else get hickie-type marks on their shoulder after carrying around a heavy purse?

Sunday Twelve: Catching Up - Just for Shaney

I missed last week's Sunday Six, so here's a Sunday Twelve:


Outside the Croft Art Gallery in Waco, Texas. Many thanks to Katie, the owner, for a great event!

Dancin' at the last Swing Society meeting of the year.

My darlin' Clementine.

The wonderful and usually pimpin' Bennett.

Clem and Bear.


Lara in her hammock.


Mr. Austin taking a break from dancing the night away.



Outside an art gallery in Calvert, TexasCaryn and Ken, the Cocoa Moda man.

Outside Ken's chocolate factory.
Old school truffle maker.

What I wouldn't do for a porch swing.

Sunday Six: Pasta, Peaches, (broken) Pottery, and a Toe Ring

Coordination fail.

I've been feeling super hippy lately, so a toe ring appeared appropriate.

The wind on Friday was furocious, and, unfortunately, the sign hanging outside my front door that I painted at one of those paint-your-own pottery places broke. I find the symbolism in a broken "Life is Good." sign to be solid.
Dinner last night. Pasta with roasted veggies.. a loose adaptation from Smitten Kitchen.
Coordinates well with my table cloth, yes?

Peach pie was also on the menu last night. It was very impromptu as well and, surprisingly, it was very good.

Sunday Six: New Hairdos, Easter, and Quilts

Great Granny's quilt
Caryn's mom, better known as Grammie, making up lunch.

Berger/Brown families.

Sweet table cloth
New hair color
The front of where I intern, yeah.. you're jealous.

Life's Better Brunette?

Today I became a brunette. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Sunday Six: Babies in Bluebonnets and Celeste

Beautiful Celeste


Aww
I love this shot
Zoe
Sam, Olivia and Zoe
gosh they're cute
EEE!

Wonderfully and Beautifully Made: Lenten Makeup Exodus Day 30

This is day 30 sans-makeup.

I'm starting to think about why I ever wore makeup in the first place. Seriously.

Hang on with me here, okay?

It's kind of like eating fast food or doing anything else harmful to your body. It's junk. Don't worry, I love me some Whataburger, but we know it's junk, but we still eat it (some of us) and don't care. Makeup hurts your face. And we put it on, because we like it, and the benefits appear to outweigh the consequences.


I'm discovering that they really don't. Keep in mind that I'm only pushing 23, but I've began to notice that I'm starting to get a natural flush to my cheeks that I never had when I wore blush. All the blemishes and other yuckies that were the reason I wanted to wear makeup in the first place, are virtually gone.

Just like wealth, possessions, and wants, it's another worldly thing that separates us from being the way we were wonderfully and beautifully made.